The World According to Angela

Exacly how would one spell "eeby jeebies?"  I figured this would be the right spelling, given the plural and all.  I often invent my own words, and call that language "Angelaspeak."  Sorry, not the point in this entry.  This gross, eeby jeeby picture is:

So I guess August arrived in a buzz.  As in literally, buzz buzz buzz.  Wish I meant a nice alcohol induced one and was telling you of some fab party I attended, but no.  I mean these awful looking, scary insects.

Paper wasps are a common thing up here in Northern Illinois.  During the later summer/early fall days, we have to frequently rid ourselves of these wasps and their nests.  It is really my least favorite part of living in this area.  I'd take snow over these any old day.  I despise anything that can sting, extra hatred for that which can sting repeatedly.  In fact, I can barely stand to look at that picture, so good thing I can adjust my screen size to avoid it altogether.  I probably should have caught a video of it, so you could see just how many of them actually live there, slithering in and out.  There are WAY more than the 7 that show up on the picture.  Ewwwww. 

The biggest problem has been their presence in our yard and on our wooden swingset.  Luckily, they are not aggressive unless you mess with their nest.  They eat up wood, mix it with their evil saliva and then make their unique nests.  Even though that process might sound pretty cool, I have a hard time finding anything good to say about them, even though I know everything on our planet has some sort of purpose.  Sorry, Mother Nature, but consider this an obituary for all those awful things in the above picture.  Had to get rid of them myself, rather than let nature take its course.

To pay the price for ridding them of my fence, I'll feel all buggy and have the eeby jeebies for the next week at least.  Yuck.